Chapter 782

Zhou Andong chatted with Liu Qingjun for a while, asked about the progress of flash memory chip research and development, and then hung up the phone.

"Old Uncle Guan, thank you!"

"No thanks, no thanks!" The old branch secretary shook his head, "Making a phone call, why be so polite."

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette and handed it to the old branch secretary.

"I'm not used to smoking this, it has no strength." The old branch secretary raised his pipe and smiled, "This one has strength."

Zhou Andong smiled, distributed a cigarette to Yuan Hongbiao and Yuan Hai, and then took out his lighter to light them.

"Old Uncle Guan, this morning, I walked around the village. The mountain to the north is not high, but the environment is very good, with tall trees and dense forests, and there is a mountain spring. I even took a sip, and the water was quite sweet."

The old branch secretary said with a smile: "The groundwater in our Zhenxing Village is sweet, just like mountain spring water."

"That's true!" Zhou Andong nodded, lit the cigarette in his mouth, "Our Zhenxing Village is a geomantic treasure land."

The old branch secretary opened his mouth wanting to say something, but seeing Yuan Hongbiao, he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

"Exactly. Let me tell you, there are seven longevity stars in our village over ninety years old, and twelve over eighty years old."

Zhou Andong's heart moved. Boss Zhong sold water and became the richest man. The water quality of Zhenxing Village was so good that if he didn't create Nongfu Spring, he would be sorry to the Party, sorry to the people, sorry to the old folks of Zhenxing Village, and a bit sorry to Boss Zhong.

But it doesn't matter. Business elites like Boss Zhong would create Nongfu Spring even without Nongfu Spring.

Zhou Andong comforted himself this way, and the slight guilt towards Boss Zhong also dissipated.

"Old Uncle Guan, we're going back first. In a couple of days, I'll invite you to drink, and we two will have a good chat."

"Good, good, good!"

The old branch secretary said three "good"s in a row, looking very happy.

It was just that Yuan Hongbiao frowned, but it was only for a moment, and no one noticed.

………………

In the capital, Wang Fujing Department Store, the home appliance area was crowded with people, all watching the salesperson explain VCD.

In the crowd, there was a man in a suit, not very tall.

He was the person in charge of Sony China Headquarters, Xiao Ji Ichiro.

"This VCD is too expensive, it can buy three or four video recorders. And this VCD disc, seventy or eighty yuan each, who can afford it."

The salesperson rolled her eyes: "VCD is a high-tech electronic product, can a video recorder compare? As for the disc, seventy or eighty is indeed expensive, but it's not broken after watching it once. It's no problem to watch it for a few years."

Xiao Ji Ichiro said: "Give me five VCDs, and five discs."

As soon as his words fell, not only were the people watching the fun stunned, but even the salesperson was stunned.

Don't look at what the salesperson said about high technology, but she was also muttering in her heart.

A VCD costs 18,888, it would be strange if it could be sold. But she never expected that someone would really buy it, and buy five at once.

"Sir, are you really going to buy it?"

"Yes!" Xiao Ji Ichiro's Chinese was very good, and he even had a bit of a Beijing accent. If you didn't listen carefully, you really couldn't tell that this guy was Japanese.

The salesperson asked again to be sure: "You want to buy five?"

"Yes!" Xiao Ji Ichiro nodded: "VCD, I want to buy five."

The salesperson smiled: "Good, I'll get the goods for you right away."

Soon, the salesperson brought the five VCDs over. Xiao Ji Ichiro paid the money, hugged them by himself, and left.

Whispers sounded in the crowd: "Who is this guy?"

"Don't know!"

"Bought five at once, can he watch them all?"

"Look at how you're worrying, whether he can watch them or not, it's none of your business."

"Maybe it's a gift, otherwise who would buy five at once."

At this time, two foreigners appeared, pointing at the VCD: "Miss, I want to buy ten VCDs!"

Everyone opened their mouths wide, looking at this foreigner. Fuck, what's going on today, is this thing really that good?

A guy with a leather bag tucked under his arm, a slicked-back hairstyle, and a woman on his arm was moved.

The salesperson didn't hesitate and hurriedly went to get the goods. The foreigner paid the money very readily, then took the ten VCDs and left.

The whole transaction took less than ten minutes, without any extra nonsense.

The woman with the slicked-back hairstyle looked at the TV screen with bright eyes: "Old Qian, let's buy one too."

Old Qian, who had the slicked-back hairstyle, was moved, but the price was too expensive, 18,888 to buy a VCD, it was indeed a bit painful.

But he couldn't stand the woman's coquetry. Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get me one too."

One? The onlookers turned their heads in unison, looking at the slicked-back hairstyle, full of disdain in their eyes.

Fuck, others are buying five or ten, you only buy one, and you shout so loudly, aren't you ashamed?

They didn't think about the fact that they couldn't even afford one, yet they looked down on those who could afford it.

Such a scene was being staged in several big cities like Yangcheng, Shanghai, and Shenzhen.

In Shenzhen, Nanke Electronics, boss Gao Zhenyuan looked at the several VCDs placed in front of him and cursed.

"Wan Yan is truly fucking crazy, this broken thing sells for 18,888, why don't they go rob a bank?"

A young man stood in front of him: "General Manager Gao, does this thing really have prospects?"

Gao Zhenyuan cursed, but he was very optimistic about the prospects of VCD.

"Let me tell you this, VCD will definitely replace video recorders."

The young man hesitated: "But at this price, how many people can afford it."

Gao Zhenyuan smiled: "Wan Yan invested a lot in research and development, so they sell it so expensively, wanting to recover costs as soon as possible. But we have a prototype, we can develop it soon, it won't cost much, we definitely can't sell it so expensively."

The young man nodded: "I will gather them now, take the machine away, and develop our own VCD as soon as possible."

"Go!" Gao Zhenyuan was slaughtered, these few VCDs cost him tens of thousands, but his mood was not bad.

In Yangcheng, in a residential house, a bearded young man looked at a VCD in front of him, his eyes glowing.

Opposite him stood another young man, thin and small, wearing thick-bottomed nearsighted glasses, his messy hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a while.

This glasses-wearer stroked the VCD with both hands, as if stroking his beloved woman.

"Daquan, whether we can make a fortune depends on it."

The young man nodded: "I think so too, but can you really research it?"

The glasses-wearer scratched his hair: "Should be no problem."

"Fuck!" The young man cursed fiercely, "What do you mean by 'should', don't fucking play with me. To buy it, I borrowed from the east and the west, and even stole the family's bankbook. If you can't research it, my wife can break all three of my legs."